“Did you understand what he said?” I had to ask.
“Nope. I flunked Latin.” Declan smirked. “Much to my mother’s chagrin.”
I shook my head. I hadn’t even thought of my new mother-in-law. A cold wind rushed through me.
“Have you told her?”
Declan shook his head.
“Are you going to wait until we’re back to break the news?”
He smiled at my grim tone. “That’s the idea.” He drew me close to his strong body. “Let’s not worry about her. We are our own little universe, you and I. I can’t wait to spend my life with you, Theadora Lovechilde.”
I swallowed back another lump.
We stood at the top of that sun-drenched village. High up in the world. What a perfect setting for a wedding.
It was early evening when we ambled to our favourite piazza. All four of us, laughing and clowning around. Declan virtually carried me, as my feet were killing me due to my new, sexy, but very uncomfortable shoes.
The waiter, who by now knew us, bounced over and seemed to jump out of his skin. He gushed over how pretty us signorinas looked.
“We just got married,” Declan said.
The waiter’s eyes lit up. “Oh, then, we celebrate. Here. Yes?”
Declan smiled at me. The evening was warm and perfect. I couldn’t have wanted a better place to sit, eat, drink, and stare into my beautiful husband’s eyes accented by the sparkling blue sea.
I nodded.
Lucy, who was off in her own little romantic bubble, nodded enthusiastically at that suggestion. We loved this place. It was where we’d eaten most nights and the views had us as engrossed as any bingeworthy show might.
It was better because this was real.